Connecticut western news., 1887-08-03
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RODert EuDury allowed ms horse CO walk slowly home. He had been away all day rambling over the hills and was now returning to the little watering place where he was spending the Sum- mer, tired out from so many hours in the saddle. It was delightful July night, cool and balmy with the scent of flowers, and as he rode along in the soft air he sang a merry tune from comic opera.
 Arriving at last at the top of high hill he stopped his horse directly in front of a picturesque farm house di- rectly on the road.
 He was about to turn away when one of the upper windows was opened, and voice said softly:
 .'Is that you, Robert?"
 For moment he was surprised; then scenting an adventure, responded:
 "How did you know it was IF"
 "Because no one else would be riding about the country singing at this time of night. What cold you have got dear. Better go home and keep out of the night air. Good night!''
 "One moment" cried Robert Edbury earnestly, as he leaped from his horse, fastened the bridle to the gate and stepped inside beneath the window, where gleamed that mysterious enchant- ing face. "Won't you give me a flower you can easily reach that clustering vine by your easement. Perhaps haps I shall wish to ask you some time to forgive me some great offense. Won't you give me flower for token?"
 ''How strangely you talk. Of course I would give you flower, but these are only honey-suckles, and you know we promised to give each other nothing but roses. But stay !''--the pretty voice caught itself. q have a bunch of violets on my table. Would you like them9"
 ''Anything-anything that comes from your hands!' whispered Robert, more sincerely than he always spoke. The bright face disappeared moment l from the window and then returned. A white hand gleamed in the moonlight. "There, take them, and now you must go! Quick! hear some one stirring. Suppose it should be mammal Good night! dear Robert"
 The window was softly closed, and in an instant after Robert was groping for the violets in the wet grass. He found them where they fell. But, as they were falling, the quick eye of Robert Edbury had discerned something, bright as star falling too. The small strip of grass where he had stood was entirely in the shade, hidden from the light by the large horse-chestnut trees, and he had to grope in the dark for this glitter ing thing.
 An instant's search revealed it to be what he suspected-a lady's bracelet. It was slender circlet of gold, studded with crystal. The quick movement had unclasped it from her arm; and Robert, with smile, put it in side by side with the withered bunch of violets in his | pocket as he rode away.
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 The next night in the ball room of tho Spa, Robert Edbury was startled to hear the soft voice he had heard at the farm house window.
 ''You need not feel so put out" sht was saying, 'I am sure he was gentle man, and how was I to know in the dark that it was not you." This speech was followed by a masculine growl.
 Robert Edbury turned, and saw beside him, leaning on that other Roberts arm a young girl surprisingly beautiful Roses mingled with the bright gold O l her hair, shonc in the bosom of he dress, and bunch of them was somehow interwined with the slender gold waist chain attached to her fan.
 MT. Edbury caught his breath, a turning her face, the girls soft violet DIuc eyes ItSCcu 1oI d uOlueut uuTcCOS nized on his.
 "Who is she?" he whispered, eagerl, to his friend. ''How lovely she is What is her name? By heaven! I neve believed in divine lovelincss before, bu here it is, pure and undefiled. What i her name9"
 'It is Miss Chassdane," was the ans wer. "She and her mother live at tn Grove, half mile out of town"
 "A farm house," remarked Robert.
 ''No, it is not. It looks not unlik one. They are people of property Yes, she is very pretty. I'll introduc you if you like"
 Half an hour later Robert Edbury wa bending over the young lady's hand i the pretty secluded gloom of a vine wreathed window. They were as muc alone as it is possible for one to be i the heart of a busy, unheeding crowd The first notes of a Strauss waltz wer ,beckoning the dancers and gay couple :. went laughing, hurrying by. II, "You are not engaged for this waltz7 i, said Robert eagerly.
 Some remembered cadence of his voie